Amu finds Ikuto on the streets and can't help falling for his lost kitten-like eyes and took him home to stay in her room...again. Breaking her promise with her mother about not keeping secrets from each other, Amu attepmts to hide him in her new room

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Who will find out, I thought. Hiding Ikuto was like hiding a lost kitten. If I kept him hidden in my new room in the attic, my parents would never go up to my room. A week, two at the max would be enough. I couldn't leave him on the streets.

"Y-Yeah. Positive. You can just chill in my room for as long as you need. My parents won't even notice."

He nodded in approval and opened my garden gate for me. I twiddled my golden key in the door and held it open for him. He was still in my front garden looking at the flowers.

"What are you doing?" I asked, impatiently because I knew my mother would be home soon from shopping.

"You like roses?"

"Emm…Yeah. I do."

"The ones in your garden are beautiful. You look after them well."

"Thanks," I said and ushered him inside the house.

I noticed a single rose in his hand. He put it in a tall glass with water and carried it up to my room.

My room was still very plain; all there was in my room was my bed, my wardrobe, a rug and a desk. But I still lived in there. Ikuto had to duck his head when he got up the stairs to my room.

"It's kind of small…and the ceiling is low. But it's better then my old room, right?" I asked, sitting on a Japanese pillow on the floor.

"Yeah, if you say so. Your old room was…brighter."

"But Ami will need my room when she grows up more and anyway, why would a cat-boy want a bright room with all the sleeping he does?"

"Oh, I personally don't like bright places," he admitted, the corners of his mouth barely managing a smile, "But I guess you did. Being such a bright and cheerful person…" his voice trailed off a bit.

"I guess you could say I'm the opposite of you," I joked.

He took a while to reply, either to think of what to say or I was afraid that I said something wrong.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that…"

"No. Your right. Someone as nice and kind as you could never like someone like me," he finally replied, his voice sad and lonely.

"What do you mean? We're friends Ikuto," I told him cheerfully, expecting him to nod his head, or whatever.

"Amu! How many times do I have to tell you I love you? If I haven't told you enough, I've shown you. I saved you many times, I give you things, I bring you places, I think I've done what girls would expect a guy to do. Hell, I even have a Chara-Nari transformation with you! But I don't understand why you don't notice my love for you…What do I do to earn the love of a shocking pink-haired beauty like Amu?"

There was a short silence. I didn't know what to say. There was no doubt Ikuto's confession had more feeling in it then Tadase's. But he was right. He's done so many things for me and for some reason, I didn't even notice. I owed him so much.

"Yeah. That's right. I owe you, Ikuto. I owe you a lot," I said before hopping down the stairs of the attic and heading to the kitchen. I expected him to follow me, actually, like in a drama, or something. I was even prepared for him spinning my around and kissing me, but that was just stupid. Maybe that meant I really did like him. Why didn't I realise before? The reason was obviously because I had never felt such an emotion, such a feeling. I was so in love with him I didn't know how to respond.

I stayed in the kitchen until my mother came home making mochi ice cream. My mother praised me on how well I made them, but lately I've turned to cooking when I have problems. And being a pre-teen, I had a lot of problems, so understandably, I got a lot of practice in cooking. Mochi ice cream was my favourite, and it was a lot cheaper to make it then buy it, so thanks to me, my fridge was always fully stacked with it. I dusted them with flour then brought them up to my room. Ikuto was in the corner, reading some of my manga. That kind of worried me; the fact that he was reading young girls' manga, of course. I placed the plate on my desk and bit into one.

"Ouch!" I yelled, dropping the rest on my plate.

"What's wrong," Ikuto asked, slowly lowering the manga from his face.

"I just bit into some ice cream. It hurt my teeth."

"You must have some useless teeth then," he replied and continued reading.

I rolled my eyes and kept eating.

"What flavours have you got there?" Ikuto asked me, his eyes not moving from my manga.

"Vanilla and chocolate."

"Chocolate, you say?"

"Yeah. You can have some if you want."

"No, I think I'll pass."

"If it's because I made them I'll kill-" I began, raising my voice.

"It's not that. You know I'd eat anything made by Amu after tasting those biscuits and chocolates of yours…" this made me blush wildly, "I'll only eat them if Amu feeds me."

"Feed you?"

"Yes."

"What age are you? Four?"

"Just turned 17, actually."

"I know your age, don't be cheeky with me!"

"I just simply wanted Amu to feed me what she made. It doesn't take much energy to stretch out your arm and feed me, Amu-Chan."

I reluctantly picked up a chocolate mochi ice cream ball and held it in the air in front of his face. When I looked back at him, he licked the flour from the top then took a small bite.

"Stop playing with it. Just eat it and end my misery."

"But I have to savour it. Who knows when Amu will let me taste her cooking again?"

I rolled my eyes, twice, to make sure he saw.

"Does my presence really bother Amu that much?" he asked, still nibbling at the mochi in my fingers.

"Yes."

"But then why did she invite me into her house?"

He got me, so I just turned around and continued what I was doing, writing a letter to Utau.

"Your writing a letter to my sister?"

"That's none of your business!"

"I was just thinking it was good you two are getting along-"

But before he got to finish what he was going to say, five Charas burst through the attic door on the ground, laughing and panting.

"I won! I won!" shouted Ran, waving her pom-poms in the air.

"Just about…" Yoru said, rolling his little golden eyes. He was just catching his breath.

"It's okay Yoru," Miki told him, patting him on the back, "You won in my opinion, because we all know Ran in unnaturally good at sports."

Miki was such a flirt.

"We don't need a winner!" Dia exclaimed, twirling around in circles, "We all shone in that race!"